You’re a woman I have to ask permission to kiss, only because you’re the type of woman a man has to be permitted to love. The way you treat everyone shows me how great you will treat someone. I have followed you with my eyes so long that I can’t see myself with anyone else. I can’t stand “no”, but I can’t sit here wondering if you’ll say yes. I want us to mate our souls, cuddle in our conception, and give birth to our love. If we weren’t born on this Earth to be together, why am I so sure that we belong? Would God truly torment me with this emotion just to see someone else experience it?Not the God I have grown to worship; not the power that made this type of emotion possible. We are two, designed to be one! My imagination didn’t create this; it’s real enough to touch, see, smell, hold, and taste. Better yet, its’ real enough to desire!!!!
We take so much for granted….these are the times that we realize how the small pieces make us whole. Stocking up on water and bread, hoping to have light and heat, but most of all we started to reflect on the people in our lives. We are not thinking about whom we are going to meet; we’re just hoping everybody we know survives the storm. Are you alone? I hope not because that would say a lot about the company you keep. Nobody should have to weather this moment alone, but if you are, you should rethink your approach to life.
The storm is picking up and we had a couple of days to prepare for the second we lose everything we believe we are granted. Just took a hot shower, eat some spaghetti, and now watching TV with the people I love. My family and friends are texting to make sure I am alive and well. I am texting them back to assure them I am. The wind is picking up; rain is falling like it was dumped out the sky. I am eighteen flights up so I have no fear of flooding but I do consider those on the first floor. I Hope they are well….we are witnessing a crisis. A time of need; all we want is tomorrow. We are praying for the end so we can begin again!!!!
Writing has no face, tone of voice, or stature. It ascends race, sexual preference, and social-economic backgrounds. It gives the “blind” eyes, the “dumb” speech, and the “deaf” ears. It’s a simple note passed around a class, to the declaration of our independence. It embodies our feelings, while capturing our thoughts. Writing gives a lonely child company, a battered woman protection, and a violent man salvation. It’s the description of a laugh, the substance of a tear, and the vitals of our heart. Writing is the agreement that holds whole nations together. It gives us the explanation of a scent, detail of a picture, while allowing us to master our imagination. We take trips while in our rooms, create people we want to be, and do things we’ll die trying. Writing allows us to fly, die and come back, and live for forever. Medicine heals; writing gives us life. So, how does writing have healing power and create change! The bigger question is how it doesn’t????
We fight for the strength to maintain happiness and we pray for the comfort of a steady lifestyle, hoping the Devil doesn’t knock at our door. We vary in faith but are common in flesh. We believe in winning, but hate to see others lose. We are a kind and loving race that commits acts of the mind which blackens our spirits. Some are birthed in questions; others, with answers; either way we’re searching to be linked. Study so much, learn so little, and capable of everything. We are mankind; full of possibilities, amazed by the impossible, but exist in the fact. We dream life while living our dreams. We’re fighters of happiness! We are God’s children! We are love!!!!
Our faith in one another causes us to lose our minds. We dance to the beat of our hearts, make love to the rhythm of our souls, and survive in the honesty of our commitment. We share our space with billions, but, base it around two. We plan forever in tomorrows and live in every today; we are so In-Love. We fight over which restaurant, and make up over dinner. We debate various topics, but right, wrong, or indifferent, WE find a solution. We are envied by many, and understood by few. Our arms link, our feet remain parallel, and our eyes focused; we are one in the same because the "M" remained upside down.
A single king raising a prince has a line of women wanting to be his queen. He expresses what he is looking for and with each attribute the line starts to dwindle. He say’s “I want a woman that knows she is beautiful”; twenty-five percent leave the line. “I want a woman that can articulate her wants, needs, desires, and can find absolute satisfaction when awarded with them”; another twenty-five percent of the women leave the line. He goes on to say, “I want a woman that studies her man so thoroughly that he becomes her career”; another twenty-five percent of the women leave. Read more
The comfort of your melody allows me to enjoy the song. I don’t mind worshiping man if she ships me straight to heaven. She has great moral fiber, clearing me of all the waste; walking into my life making sense out of every cent, saving me millions of bad decisions. I’m a grad student, mastering love and what it takes to keep it. Failure isn’t optional, I will die with honors!!!!